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Chapter 223 I'm Not Running

[Jinjinjinhu: Goubi plans to kill the conscience, I will live and die with pineapple! Emmmm, no account banned? Sorry, my hand slipped (manual dog head)]

[Walnut Kernel 444: Dog Planner, are you a devil? 】

[Morning Star Fantasy: Official Persecution]

[The cutest foodie: I understand the truth, when will version 0.3 be released? I want three tests!]

[Xie Ji Yi: Moving bricks is not enough, now even factories are coming out? Will we be required to work from 9 to 5 someday? 】

[Waiting for the red apricots to come out: Is the dog planner squatting on the forum so cruel? I feel sorry for the pineapple boss]

[Arthur: When will I leave the mall to recharge? I want to recharge magic stones]

[Did Lao Xia dress up as a woman today? She’s a monster! Brother Arthur is asking for money online! 】

[Hoeing: work, work points...I no longer have the liver to protect the eternal kingdom]

…………

Sherlock read the responses from the players, and it was obvious that the players still supported his work point system very much, expressed great expectations, and even praised themselves on a daily basis.

In a few days, a batch of weapons and armor that need to be processed will be delivered to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon. Of course, they are products from Nicholas's women's products store.

The melting pot has been built, and the players who learned from Simba can be directly brought to the melting pot to forge and process Count Nicholas's goods.

Of course, the wages for the first batch of goods are all considered as Count Nicholas's reward for connecting the trade routes in the underground city of Eternal Kingdom.

In addition to letting players make money by manufacturing goods in the future, there are also businesses in the Arena to take care of, wood in the No. 3 lumberyard to be chopped, the Academy of the Undead to open a large dungeon, and the Murloc Swamp.

The monitor lizard community also needs to be cleaned up to facilitate the development of new scenes in the future.

It's time to start the third test and add a wave of manpower.

But there are still many things to do before the third test, such as digging more living areas. Otherwise, more people will pour in during the third test. Where will these people go?

Before all these things, there is one more thing that Sherlock needs to prepare for. Soon, the investor of this eternal kingdom dungeon, Liluo, will come to conduct an on-site inspection.

Sherlock thought for a moment and decided to bring out his strongest fighting power.

He first woke up Goudan who was sleeping in the corner.

"Who dares to wake up the sleeping darkness... Ah, Lord Sherlock, do you want to drink bloody chrysanthemum tea? I will make it for you right now."

As a secretary, Goudan got up dutifully. Then Goudan, who was surrounded by sleepiness, staggered to the cabinet, skillfully brewed a large cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea, and then made a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea.

I finished drinking it and planned to start a second cup.

"Stop for a moment."

Sherlock stopped Goudan's behavior in time and said to Goudan:

"We have an important guest coming in a few days. You should eat more during this period and try to grow up...to be taller. As the boss of our eternal kingdom dungeon, you understand, right?"

When Goudan heard this, he immediately puffed up his chest, tried his best to put on a fierce look, and howled at Sherlock in a very immature voice:

"Ouch!"

"Well, I feel that the fallen angel named Liluo will be very satisfied with her investment after seeing such a brave black dragon under your command, Lord Sherlock. With the help of Goudan, the King of Darkness, I believe we can

The day when we will step into the Kingdom of Heaven is not far away.”

Blue said this with a tone of conviction, but you didn't need to think twice to know that what Blue said was ironic.

Sherlock ignored Blue's words as usual, and touched Goudan's head, taking it as a form of encouragement and recognition.

Then Sherlock picked up his windbreaker and walked outside.

"Lord Sherlock, where are you going? Are you going to run away?" Blue asked.

Sherlock gathered his clothes:

"Run away? No, no, no, I just went out to do some errands and will be back."

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A very rich fallen angel came to Winterfell.

On the first day she appeared, she bought a mansion outside Winterfell, and in the afternoon of that day, there was a steady stream of carriages from Winterfell to the fallen angel's manor.

From the most common blankets and tableware, to expensive women's clothing, high heels, and various magic props, they bought almost everything that the rich people in the underground world could think of, and even a team of twelve

A human giant, he came outside the manor to act as a bodyguard.

Succubus maid, slime butler, finely decorated carriage, and sturdy hell horse.

Everything that a powerful and wealthy nobleman should have was almost all prepared in one day.

For ordinary people in Winterfell, it may just be an occasional conversation after dinner, but for most wealthy people or nobles with noble titles from the Merchant Alliance, or other surrounding dungeon lords

, this mysterious fallen angel has become a complete mystery.

A tantalizing puzzle.

………………

"I will use my gift to gain the heart of the fallen angel."

In the underground passage, a demon with spikes on its back was speaking in a hoarse voice to a group of demons or vampire nobles passing by.

Each of them is riding his own mount, either a beetle beast or a bipedal bird or something.

The talking demon took out a piece of paper from his arms, with words written on it:

"I can even compare my love poems. Ahem, ah, unknown fallen angel, I would like to be the chewing gum on your leather shoes, a thorn in your side..."

"waste."

Before the demon finished reciting, a tall demon held his head high and said proudly:

"Would fallen angels like your ubiquitous love poems that are full of garbage? Don't make me laugh to death. I have already prepared something that a real fallen angel will like!"

The devil said, and took out a bottle of medicine in his arms, which read - [Powerful anti-hair loss agent (anti-curse type)]

"Damn it! You actually bring something like this, it's a foul on you!"

"Damn it, why didn't I think of that!"

"Is it too late to go back and get it now?"

"Idiot, you will hurt that fallen angel's pride. It would be weird if he liked you, right?"

A group of people on the road started to quarrel. During the quarrel, they had arrived outside the manor.

A succubus was cleaning the courtyard. When he saw a group of demons approaching, he quickly threw the broom and ran into the manor.

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(I recommend a good novel "The God Who Crosses the World Line", which is somewhat similar to Infinite Flow. This is a story about a man behind the scenes traveling through time and manually correcting the world line through physical means! You can read it, I think it is pretty good.)

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